Venomized Spider-gwen Novels & Stories

“No, no, not now. You’ll cum only when I tell you to.” “Do you understand me?” She lifted a stern gaze to me. “Yes,” I bit out, groaning when her mouth covered my cock. Gwen sucked my cock like she was being paid a large sum to, worshipping every inch of my dick and lapping up the precum at the tip of it every time it dropped. Everytime I felt like I reached my climax, she would pause her movement and the cycle continued, torturous for me but satisfying for her. “Beg me Xavier, beg me for your release,” she hummed, leaning back with a wicked smile.

That potent painkiller could numb every nerve in my body, but it couldn't touch the ache in my heart. They had just finished the prep and were about to inject the anesthesia when my heart monitor flatlined and every machine erupted in alarms. Seeing this, the surgeons froze. The operating room doors burst open, and a nurse rushed in, panting. "You can't take her kidneys! Ms. Clara Winton was bitten by a venomous snake. The toxin has spread throughout her body. All her organs are compromised. She took a strong analgesic two days ago. Today is her last day."

My breath caught in my throat as I picked them up with trembling fingers. The images sent a sharp chill down my spine. Pictures of me lying in bed, tangled in sheets, next to a man I didn't even recognize. My heart pounded against my ribs, panic rising like a tidal wave. This isn't real. "I... I don't understand," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "Lucas, baby, this isn't true. I didn't—" "Don't you dare lie to me!" he roared, his anger exploding like a violent storm. "You betrayed me, Gwen! You threw away everything we had just to spread your legs for another man!"

Cracked with molten gold and black stone veins. And on his head— Gwen. Gwen Silverthorn. The Dragon and his slave. His curse. But….. she looked ruined. Skin pale and peeling. Hair matted, tangled, falling out in patches. “Youuu,” she seethed Her voice sounded like claws scraping glass. “There you are,” she crooned, fingers digging into the space between Thorfinn’s scales. “My perfect flame.” Rage detonated inside me. "I don't belong to you."

The snakes zoomed through the air, locked on their target but before they could even reach her, they melted into linear puddles of water. "What in the world..." I gaped at my half sister, trying to comprehend everything that had happened these past few minutes. It was like she had become a completely different person, the opposite version of the Araknee I fought earlier. This Araknee did not talk or spit out threats, but she was ten times deadlier than the first one.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

"I saw them together, Emma. Drakken and Gwen." Emma couldn't bear to watch Eleanor break down in front of her. She knew the truth about what was happening, but she couldn't tell Eleanor. Not yet, at least. So she did the only thing she could think of. "Gwen probably used a vampire spell on Drakken," she lied, hoping that it would provide some comfort to Eleanor. "You know how those things can mess with your head." Eleanor looked at Emma, confusion written all over her face. "Do you really think that's what happened?"

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

Alex said. Alex turned to look at Uncle Drake. “Uncle Drake, this thing is venomous. You were poisoned earlier. Let me tend to your wound.” Shura Spiderwoman’s poison was much easier to deal with than the poison that afflicted Jade Benmore. Besides, Uncle Drake’s shoulder was only affected a little, and it wasn’t a big deal. Alex placed two Zharvakko Talismans on Uncle Drake’s shoulder before channeling the toxins out. Clara’s mother finally calmed down. “What… what is Shura Spiderwoman?” she asked with a stutter.